I’m struck still where I stand, as the low Autumn sun shines bright, in all Gods glory and wonder. As I take in such frightening beauty, on my future, I ponder. On this hill like my life, I hit a blind summit. Feelings of the past are sad. Though I trust there’s increased beauty downContinue reading “Real World”
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Seville
A miracle splashed from out the blue sea. Dabbed dry with grattitude, as a melody played, beautifully. Seville now 180 minutes away. Smudge, I now know we can fly. I didn’t have dreams when I was young. It makes me won’t to cry. Through all the suffering and pain. It’s hard not to think likeContinue reading “Seville”
Iron Sharpens Iron
I prayed in my perplexity. There stood a woman, blessed with beauty a slave to her integrity. My complexity shook her for a moment. I watched a tear roll down her cheek. We spoke of why I act. Now it’s my thoughts I speak. Iron sharpens iron. Now for them I can stand strong. TheContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”
Sing
O’ how things change. people too. love fades from the heart. what can one do? admiration to shame. a rugged tall mountain, crumbles to boulders. now who’s to blame? A caged bird spreads it’s wings and flys. has no choice but kiss the skies. rain becomes heavy on the wings heads for cover learns toContinue reading “Sing”
West winds
West winds blow hope throughout the west lands of freedom. In escaping the devils neck crank. Am I now the batman and not the joker? In a soprano high notes battle, she touched me with divinity at the foot of mount Zion, that I am now brave enough to climb. As a child of theContinue reading “West winds”
I feel a change
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”
Feather of Paradise
Through the window and next to me graciously landing a flawless white feather. Like on the morning of her funeral with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance those armies he built are falling. Pirouettes in the breeze there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”
Smith Shine Poetry 